Letra de Life of the Party (Original Version) - Kanye West

(Feat. André 3000)

It's after hours at that glamorous blind spot

Where they're taking it easy, swapping personal experiences

Let's listen in America Today

Life of the party, mhm, 'til I almost cry, mhm

It's the life of the party to think I could've almost died

Lord, help us

Hey, Miss Donda

You run into my mama; please tell her I said, "Say something"

I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets

No after-over, this is it, done

If there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son

Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh I heard

Passing by in a stroller remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"

I don't know; maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass

I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy

Got up and roamed a lil' more

Miss Donda, you see my mama, tell her I'm lost

You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we'd talk, I would cough

Exaggeratin' a lil' bit, so she get the point

Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint

'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later

All that time, y'all thought nigga was high, thought I was crazy

My mom, she ain't cut no corners

Got me back on track; I don't miss her overstepping

But do miss her showin' Seven civilian life shit

Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this:

The real reason I was geeked to go to church

Must confess, when y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study

That girl helping me with my homework? Her and I were fuckin'

So pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty

So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us

Sh-sh, ah, ah

And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore

Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him:

Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?

Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?

I'm sure she did it out of spite; 'twas her decision at birth

Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby

Two young people with different views, a lot for a young lady

No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions

There's a dissidence at play; dad and mom do hard division

Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers

I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled

Keeps me around, for what? I don't know

But I do know that it's crucial that we do so, pronto

I don't know how much long though

Mama, your son in the red hat

Had suffered set-backs, had, "shouldn't-have-said-thats"

Had made everyone mad

He made "808s" so he's everyone dad, know he ever gets sad

Hotel rooms by the shore, close my eyes, I can see more

Nobody punkin' me, nobody pressure me, nobody gangsta me

Especially when the gangstas eat thanks to me

And my favorite principal name was Mrs. Wooten

She was strict, the perfect instructor for young Putin

Vladimir, just so that is clear

Whom should we fear when we know Dad is here?

Daddy's right here, Daddy's right here

I don't play, boy

Over y'all dead body 'fore my daughter pose in Playboy

We don't condone over-sexualization of the kids in the home

Battery in my back

This house of pain won't ever last

CyHi told me to my face that "SICKO MODE" was his biggest song

Well go'n 'cause Donda was the best ghostwriter I ever had

South Park had jokes about fish sticks

'Til this day, the whole team can kiss this dick

I put Virgil and Drake on the same text

And it wasn't about the matching Arc'teryx or Kid Cudi dress

Just told these grown men, "Stop it with the funny shit"

I might hire the whole team from ACG

So don't text me like I'm Juanita JCV

Or more important, Monica Corgan, who was there for me

Somebody really there for me was rare for me

That was new air to breathe

When I was underappreciated, undervaluated

Stockholders told me, "Board rooms will bore you"

Can't remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules

Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi

Told Drake "Don't play with me on GD"

And he sent that message to everybody

So if I hit you with a "W-Y-D"

You better hit me with, "Yes sir, I'm writing everything you need"

I told you I was gonna take the summer back

So any of the cap, won't take none of that

Where my motherfuckin' red hat?

Security and the nannies be forever handling

I can't stand it when there's talks about puttin' the kids back in

Sierra Canyon when daddy got his own school

Trav, smile for these white people if you want (C'mon)

While we build a team to get Hoover out the joint

I do what I want, bro, in my life

Serve and protect long as it's my wife

Screaming on M-A-N's for trying to lower the percentage of SKIMS

See, I was going in

Back when they thought I was only making Ms, now it's nine-billi'

You ain't gotta like me, but you feel me

Do y'all feel me? Really?

Get off Scott Free, I'm talking Ridley

Get off our knees, that's if you're with me

Get off your knees, that's if you're with me

Get off your knees and let's get free

Get off your knees and let's get free

Really, I mean really

Really, I mean really

I need release, I don't need police

I'm like, "nigga, please"

Y'all can't hear me, (Harmonizing), for the real me

For the real me, I mean, mhmm-mm

Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the- woah, uh-oh, uh-oh

Ready mama? (Yup)

I'm so proud of you, yup, you're gonna have so much fun

They gonna shoot us in the air, mama, okay?

C'mon, P, I got you, it's okay, mama

Hold your head back, hold your head back (Three, two, one)

Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's right here

It's okay, mama, daddy's here, daddy here

Help, help, daddy's right here, I'm scared

Okay, okay, I got you, it's okay

Okay, we goin' slow, we goin' slow down

It's okay, stop cryin', daddy got you, see, it's over, you did it, P!

You already did it! See? It's already over! Yay! You did it!

Big Girl! It's already over! It's already over, it's already over

Daddy right here, daddy right here

I told you I'm not gon' let you go

I'm not gon' let you go, mama, okay?

Daddy got you, daddy gon' bring us all the way down, okay?

How was it? (We good)

You did a good job (It was scary)

Good job!

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